Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat
countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot read more
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat
countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred
to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and
stars.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless
malignity--how awful it is!
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless
malignity--how awful it is!
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
